Another day of woe, another day with snow,
The sun still shines, but of its brightness; I do not know.
For its likeness; I grope, for its warmth; I hope,
For those rain showers and summer flowers I will stare out of my window; unblinking for hours.
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Edited: Jan 13, 2020
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Good thing the seasons change, right? Your poem is a great example of why. And depending on where you live, the cold can be pretty brutal. Thank you for sharing your feelings and this poem, it was a good read!